Faults are committed within the walls of Troy and also without. [There is fault on both sides.]
With you I should love to live, with you be ready to die.
Add a sprinkling of folly to your long deliberations.
Poetry is like painting: one piece takes your fancy if you stand close to it, another if you keep at some distance.
Even the worthy Homer sometimes nods.
It is of no consequence of what parents a man is born, as long as he be a man of merit.